In this world of indelicate prose
Love, you are a charming poem
There was a promise to me
That you will meet me, sweet poem

In this world of make believe
Love, you are a breath of fresh air
There was a promise to me
That I could smell your sweet hair

In this world of cloudy nights
Love, you are a cloudless sundown
There was a promise to me
That I will hold  you in sweet abandon

In this world of indelicate prose
Love, you are a charming poem
There was a promise to me
That you will meet me, sweet poem